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Rob & Vic

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*two gun shots* It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic Grew up in the world alone God forgot about them, hmm Forced to fend for themselves In the Rotten Apples of New York City This story takes place, in 1993 How many nigs did we get so far? I couldn't care to count Just snatch em up quick If he scream, I'ma put him out I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP so I can dig him out Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin You ain't really have to kill him Yo God he moved -- but I lied Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide So? That's the way our momma died Is you with me I'ma slide [both] So we slid, had to get our gameplan together Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever Desperate, on the edge with no place to go We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know Chorus: *sung* For the love of money, people will rob from each other For the love of money, people will steal from their mother For the love of money, people will kill their own brother.. Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me Supposedly we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart! Son frontin so hard Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse She said he the mad stash at the house Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday Anyway on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes Yo kid don't say that That's when we bumped heads with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic Yo don't panic, trust me What? I jump back and bust em Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE Wait and chill We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR off the hinges Bust shots right Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four



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